Renee Marie

Amsterdam Remix (Who is Philip Whalen?)

nobody@vox.com(Renee) — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:19:39 -0700

VondelPark

I was a hobbit

you were an elf

we made love

in Vondel Park.

***

The dream yellow and

little hidden

in the inner low bowl

and most recesses

of what is opening

into cosmic night.
Psyche

was there, was consciousness, a door

Psyche

who will secret the soul

(Eleni's bored, uh-oh)

Don't stop

Just keep the green birds in the air. Where?

The dream

is verifiable or tenable

I am pursuing and therefore

I must content

with the fact that means something:

patient.

Is this going to be a poem about Philip Whalen?

Who is Philip Whalen?

Undulating layers of

unsaying

The undercurrent is love

The current of love...

Transfer those electrons to him.

Illusion birds in Amsterdam

where love rules

there is no will to power

and where power predominates

love is lacking

the one is the shadow of the other.

I am thinking of a man

his sole purpose

is to kindle a light

in the darkness

by mere being.

In sleep, fantasy

the form of dream

but in waking life

we continue.

On the other hand

I know that if

on a dream we

meditate and thoroughly

discern around us

over and over the human existence

it is a hint to the patient.

[Prelude to the letter C]

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